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Β Β Β βAll youβre doinβ is buyinβ time,β He yells, irritably tossing a random piece of rubble in the direction of the man,Β βThis is gettinβ real fuckinβ old. Either let me leave, or let me beat ya to a pulp.β
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(c) anymore, and I can finally just be. I donβt have tβ deal with any of the super bullshit or whatever the fuck is goinβ on out there these days.β
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Cain rolls his eyes, and clicks his tongue,Β βYou really just donβt know how tβ turn off the bullshit, huh?β He scoffs,Β βWhy do you think I came out here? It ainβt cause of you, or anythinβ youβve done thatβs for damn sure. ItβsΒ βcause Cyttorak ainβt cloudinβ my head (c)
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βRggghh. My job is just puttinβ down buildings and takinβ care mutants until they reach that Krakoa place.β He does too much for his pompous bald step-bro.
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